| One time, Kali Baby
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| Two times, Big Ben (Okay)
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| Three times, Kansas City stand up, yeah
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| Definitely one of them
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| Ones, ones (ones, ones, ones)
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| See they pretend, but know that they fakin'
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| They don’t see the money we making
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| We ain’t asking for it, we take it
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| Yeah, I’m one of them ones
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| You can hear it when they mention me
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| See I’m the one they pretend to be
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| See the boss is what I’m meant to be
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| Just keep your eyes open, you can see
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| I’m one of them ones
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| Look, Kali Baby, Ah-ha! |
| Hey!
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| I never been a gangsta, you can still get it
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| I never been a rock star, but I still live it
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| Nobody gave me nothing, I was born with it
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| So no thank yous up like dynamite, put my ankles in it
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| Samuel Watson is my heritage
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| He tells you can’t even watch him if you stare at him
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| If he fell he won’t taste the bottom, God carries him
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| Won’t touch the hair on my chinny chin chin chin
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| I’m daring 'em (give it to 'em!)
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| And I’m taking the gloves off
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| Do it with no vaseline, I’m taking the rugs off
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| That means I’ll put the pickle to 'em
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| So if you a jellysickle-sucking mother (hey!, hey!)
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| He know I’m talking to 'em (hey you)
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| Kali the best, the best, the rest of 'em
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| You don’t wanna find out
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| Ask Tech N9ne, I but puttin' their lights out
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| And if you didn’t know, you better run, nigga, run
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| 'Cause my tongue weighs a ton kill for fun and I’m one of them
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| One of them ones, I’m not the twos of fuse, refuse to lose
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| Battling of a champion, standing like there’s no move to do
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| Rude, I don’t mean to boast, but damn if I don’t brag about it
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| Work for everything my tags reflect it with the task amounted
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| Thought before I tried, but now I die trying to get past this mountain
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| I ain’t lashing out
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| And I ain’t stuck and not at work
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| Custom job they lay it down
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| My sound of numbers sponsors
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| And yeah, I get cash wide spreads, some tumble dollars
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| If that’s ain’t what it’s been about then I guess I been wrong too long for a
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| troubled conscience
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| I don’t puddle nonsense, I don’t carry burdens
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| My life is like a show, the Tyler Perry curtain
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| And I’mma draw the shakey
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| Feel the night and call the day
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| 'Round the clock connecting drops
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| If not, I take it all the way
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| Never had a handout, I was looking for that ball to play
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| Can’t be get the money and conquered all that tried to stall my way
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| So what might work for me won’t work for some
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| I saw the special, remarkable, you know the type, they call it a one
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| Yeah, slow down
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| Now that I’m in my seat
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| I see the paper boy street
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| Never catch me sleeping
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| Y’all the reason I stay on my feet and |